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[_righthandman_]

Thank god for 24-hour pancake shacks. Chase could go for some syrup-slathered breakfasty stuff right now, and the IHOP's a lot cleaner than White Castle.

He's not certain that all IHOPs have unusual breakfast condiments lying around in the kitchen, either, so that's another stroke of luck for them.

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[_mother_dearest]

Lyrae, meanwhile, took a few bites of the pancakes, grimaced at the sickly-sweet taste of syrup and immediately requested peanut butter. The cigarette-smoking waitress was in the awkward, wrinkled-but-tanned stage that falls halfway in the twenty year slide from beach bunny to skin cancer patient with breasts that had never really gotten accustomed to a normal bra from all the time in a bikini. She just rolled her eyes at the request for peanut butter and slurred out an affirmative reply.

Upon her return with the peanut butter, Lyrae cheerfully spread it on her pancakes. Now, that was tasty.

[_righthandman_]

Well, it's better than putting it on french fries, so Chase doesn't think much of it. He drowns his waffle in butter and three different flavors of syrup and munches cheerfully.

"You know, it's not every night that I get to play Nerd Jesus. This is fun."

[_mother_dearest]

Lyrae gave him a withering look, and commented levelly. Yes, she did manage to say that with a straight face.

"Being an object of worship by deluded individuals is a serious matter, Lord Chase."

[_righthandman_]

"Aw, Lyrae, come on. Better us than someone who would've been irresponsible about it and told them to sacrifice kittens or something."

Chase shakes his head. "And we got them to donate money to charity. What's wrong with that?"